According to the fans of Glenn Beck, the Tea Party, and some of those that attended the monumental Beck DC ‘828 Restoring Honor Rally’, Glenn Beck is not a cartoon, but is a very real man. He’s also, as one person pointed out, inspiring.
I have also learned from the many Glenn Beck fans, and fans of cartoon America, that America is also not a cartoon, and resembles nothing of the sort, but is, in actuality, a real country. How was I to know?
I wrote an article describing the Glenn Beck 828 ‘Restoring Honor’ DC Rally as I saw it (read it here).
In that article, I said America resembles a cartoon, as does Glenn Beck, and that’s why he is so popular. And I have learned, let me tell you.
Glenn Beck is also not a spectacle, and America, I’ve been assured, is not a series of spectacles, but a sovereignty of “exceptionalism”. Not to be confused with a cartoon. An exceptional cartoon? No, not that either.
The Glenn Beck DC Ralliers, the Tea Party, and those in favor of Restoring Honor to the nation have spoken loud and clear by their massive presence at the Glenn Beck DC Rally.
So, folks, I stand corrected:
America is not a cartoon, Glenn Beck is also not a cartoon, but a real country, in a real world, flooded with real people shouting real mantras and real political slogans, and restoring real honor and real religious revival on the grounds of a real historical site, while standing for real change, listening to a real master, who has a very real and very popular television show sponsored by real corporations with real greed and real contempt for the very real American worker, and these real greedy corporations sign his real pay check and his very real livelihood in order for him to give his fans and followers real truth, a real religious message, that stems from real corporate dollars.
And you’ve all been invited with a real invitation that has no resemblance to a real cartoon.
I’ve been informed that I, myself, am a cartoon. I’ve now fallen into an existential crisis wondering, Am I even real? Am I really a cartoon? And so what if I am? Is somebody drawing me? Controlling me? Are my features, my actions, my voice cartoonish? I didn’t realize what a crisis of self and identity calling someone a cartoon became.